Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

was confused,

brain fart.

speechless,

and nobody knew

message – [If anyone digs up anything about

set her phone aside and opened the book “The Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from her grandmother. The technical jargon was

through the pages with a

true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had

down on her

and honey. “Get some sleep, dear. You have to rest to regain

good advice, nodded in

when a new message popped up

are you asking

held back from Louie. She pondered for a moment before replying with the naked truth,

quickly, No way. Is he in

do you know

before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around him in real

her distance? They hadn’t even been in contact online.

can’t stay away from him, my

misunderstand, thinking she was waxing poetic about love, just as

she could decide, Louie

understood her meaning. After a moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love or Die” curse.

Louie went silent.

indicator blinked for another ten minutes, but still no message. Was there a

and returning, Cordelia found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow, and we can talk

knew. He

else might have called him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If Louie said

single word – [Okay]

phone down, dried her hair, and slipped into bed. Just as she was about to turn off the device, it rang, the sharp tone

recognizing Everard’s number. What could he

and a familiar voice, more velvety than she remembered,

in the nocturnal stillness, somehow more appealing. She hesitated before finally speaking. “What’s up?”

can’t sleep,” he stated, his voice so soothing it seemed